“ ready for this, you are not. ”
seemingly harmless words tear at the ends of open chest : burning in a familiar manner. after all these years , perhaps he should be used to it — to the lack of trust and contempt. TO THE FEAR. hands interlace inside dark robes , respect pouring in a strained note when all he desires to produce is rage. ❛ i feel ready , master yoda. i won’t let the council down. ❜